phoolsfire

today was fun and scary. fun because i found a new form of yogurt, drinkable "danaminals", tiny little bottels of yougurt with cute little pictures of animals on them. i'm so excited!! and it was scary today because i found them at wal*mart. I loath wal mart. its so scary. all those beautiful americans waiting in line for the dicount deli meat. just the light in the store makes everyone look like zombies, then were all marching around "buy more stuff.. i need drinkable yogurt...must buy industrial sized bottel of mass marketed product" those evil bastards if i only had a soul i'd only buy from ma and pop stores and only food products that hadn't been processed to the point of a new chemical construction. today is the beginning of the week of hell that proceeds my red dollar days. i know this because of the crying fit i had because i couldn't find any clean socks today. thats how it starts. "No clean socks... my place is a mess.. my life is a mess... no wounder i'm so dispicable...i will die poor and alone.." why does the homonal fluxuation in my body insist on desrtoying my life for one week of the month?